Columbian Sex Slaves by Jack Norman

Extract

 

"Welcome to La Casa de Putas," Juan Pablo said to Cheryl, as his driver eased the Hummer H2 vehicle smoothly through the gates.

'The House of Whores!' Cheryl thought miserably as she stared out at the Spanish colonial mansion house set in spacious grounds surrounded by a high wall. Two gun-toting guards stood by the impressive iron gates which opened automatically to admit the vehicle. Cheryl saw that a number of cars were parked in the forecourt, and every window in the large house was ablaze with light.

"Now you'll get some stronger drugs to take away the pain and make you happy," Juan Pablo assured Cheryl as the vehicle stopped outside the impressive entrance door.

The sleek and cruel Columbian gangster obviously thought that Cheryl's morose silence was due to the pain she endured. Her back was indeed sore from the extensive tattoo work, and that was as nothing compared to the exquisite pain in her newly-pierced clitoris, which still throbbed and tingled despite the proprietary pain-killing pills she'd been given at the clinic. However, none of this mattered, compared to the helplessness of her condition as an abducted sex slave. Her new massive breasts swayed uncomfortably as she meekly allowed Juan Pablo's fat driver to pull her from the vehicle. Another hoodlum stood sentry beside the door, and he stepped back and nodded as Cheryl was led into the house.

"Juanita, you are home! So this is the new girl I've been hearing about."

Juan Pablo smiled. "This is Mamma Inara. She's the Madam of La Casa de Putas, and you should fear her. You call her Mamma, like our other whores do." He hugged the fat woman affectionately and said in Spanish, "Her name is Cheryl."

The woman replied in excellent American-accented English: "A fancy English bitch, huh? I've sure got plenty of work for her to do. She can start humping her ass tonight."

"No, she can't work for a month or so," Juan Pablo said. "Take her to the garden quarters. She'll be housed there for the time being." Then, in Spanish, he added: "Give her some extra strong happy pills."

Cheryl looked at Juan Pablo sharply. Sooner or later she would have to reveal that she understood some Spanish. She resolved not to take any drugs they might give her.

"Is the bitch special or something?" the black woman asked, the blubber on her cheeks filling as she grasped hold of Cheryl's forearm. Her eyes narrowed. "I hear she's come from London, Juanito? I suppose your pappy knows..."

"It's got nothing to do with my father," Juan Pablo said defensively. "She's not special at all. I've had her tits enlarged, and it'll take a month before they're healed. I'm using the time to have her back tattooed by a guy in Bogata."

Mamma Inara's eyes widened and she made a low, whistling sound through the large gap in her front teeth. "A month, you say? And a tattoo too! Hot damn! That seems special to me, boy. I sure hope you ain't doing nothin' to upset Don Rafael."

"Get her settled into her accommodation and then bring her to the house in a couple hours time, Mamma."

 

 

Cheryl's 'accommodation' turned out to be an underground shelter of some sort. There was a brick-built house fronted by a swimming pool in the gardens, but Mamma led Cheryl past that, to the end of the path and down some concrete steps in to a bleak and dank bunker. It had a short corridor, flanked by six heavy doors which seemed designed to withstand a blast. Inside, the walls were white-washed concrete, and it was illuminated by a dim bulb recessed into the ceiling barely a foot over Cheryl's head.

"It ain't much, but it's your home for a while," Mamma Inara told Cheryl as she pushed her into the cell. "We keep these places for new girls to break 'em. A few nights in here and they soon see sense. There's nothing in the way of fine facilities, just a bucket for your piss and shit. It gets mighty dark in here, too."

Cheryl grimaced. The concrete walls were whitewashed, the floor was covered with red quarry tiles, and the bed was merely a low stone platform with a straw palliasse thrown onto it. There was nothing else, not even a window.

"Get undressed, girl. Let me see what's so special about you."

Cheryl obediently removed her dress and then took off the sports bra they had given her at the clinic. She stood naked to be examined again, and the long shadow cast by the bulb onto the whitewashed wall made her new breasts seem even larger. Mamma Inara reached out and gently fingered the protruding steel barbells in Cheryl's massive nipples, and then she tentatively squeezed the recently-enlarged tits. "Wow! You're going to be in big demand with these puppies - they're bigger than mine," she said with a cackle that made her black flesh quiver. She turned Cheryl more towards the light and glanced down at her belly. "Pull your cunt lips apart, let me see the clit piercing."

Cheryl inhaled, partly in indignation but more in the anticipation of pain, but she spread her labia with both hands, fully revealing the new beaded ring that was threaded directly behind her small clitoral bundle. The intimate jewellery kept the hood of her clit pushed back, and the small red bead nestled against the tender morsel of flesh. Cheryl was aware that her clitoris had been permanently erect since the piercing.

"Did that hurt, girl?"

"It still does."

The woman smacked Cheryl hard with the flat of her hand full across her face.. "You call me Mamma, girl! When you speak to me, you will precede every sentence you utter with 'Mamma'. Is that clear?"

Cheryl stumbled with the force of the unexpected blow. "Yes, I understand, Mamma."

The huge black woman hit her again. "You will precede every sentence... stupid cunt. Now, tell me again that you understand. "

"Mamma, yes, I understand."

Mamma Inara woman nodded, folding her arms under her massive bosom. "Spread your legs and flex your knees." The Madam leaned forward to stare at the large rings that hung from the lips of Cheryl's pussy, and she reached to flick them together. Straightening, she turned Cheryl to look at the ink outlines on her back, shaking her head as she tried to make some sense of it. She then reached into the pocket of her dress and took out a small clear plastic tube containing small round purple balls, maybe 3/4 inch in diameter. She shook a couple of the balls into her hand . "Bend down, girl, reach back and hold your butt cheeks apart."

Cheryl glanced back over her shoulder. "Mamma, what are you going to do?"

This time, the slap landed full on Cheryl's arse, and the cheek stung with the astonishing strength of the woman. "You never question me, girl. Now, do as you're told."

Reluctantly, Cheryl bent forward at the waist and her big tits hung pendent, like the udders of a cow ready for milking. Obediently, she reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks. The fat madam took one of the capsules and pushed it against Cheryl's anus. Cheryl gasped in alarm. Pessaries! It was useless trying to resist. She stood compliantly as Mamma inserted first one capsule up her arse, and then another. The Madam's chubby forefinger forced past the tight muscle and pushed the baubles high up Cheryl's rectum, leaving a trail of cool tendrils where the capsules touched the sensitive sleeve of flesh. Mamma Inara smacked Cheryl's arse again, this time with less force. "There ya go, girl," she said. "They are your happy pills, tucked up nice and snug in their bed."

Cheryl miserably removed her hands from the cheeks of her bottom and straightened. She realised that the madam had administered the drug, whether she liked it or not.

"Mamma, are they addictive? I don't want to be made dependent on drugs. I'll do whatever you ask without that."

Inara cackled and returned the tube of suppositories to her pocket. "Addictive? Hell, I don't know. The girls here sure can't get enough of them. They take away the pain, make you feel good, and make you horny as hell. That can't be bad. The girls here queue up to get a couple up of these babies up their ass each day, and they don't complain none. That stuff will start to work pretty damn quick... faster than swallowing it."

In fact, the capsules were already at work. A network of warm tendrils was spreading across Cheryl's belly and making its way inexorably upwards, soon seeming to make contact with every neuron receptor in her body. Her head was becoming light after only a few seconds, and the pain in her various wounds suddenly ceased, as if a switch had been thrown.

"Did he have your tongue pierced?"

"Mamma, no, he didn't."

"Pity! A tongue-stud always improves a cocksucker. I'll talk to him about that. Get some rest. You can bet Juanito will want to show you off tonight."

With that the grotesque madam thrust Cheryl onto the bunk and closed the cell door, immediately plunging her into pitch darkness without even the smallest glimmer of light.